"STOP IT! STOP IT!" suzy screams between sobs.
"who are you talking to? what do you want them to stop doing?" i ask, concerned because she seems so upset, maybe even hurt.
"suzette." she says as she tries to catch her breath. "she gobbled up my brain!"
now here's where me typing this story doesn't do it justice, because she said it with such conviction, and with so many tears in her eyes, gasping for breath that i just couldn't. not. laugh.
i tried to keep it in. i didn't want suzy to think i didn't care, but it was just such a funny thing to say when i was expecting something so much worse. after i let my laughter slip, i immediately became aware of the fact that i might hurt suzy's feelings until i heard her start to giggle too. that was close. she could've been discussing that with her therapist years from now:
"...and then i remember when my preschool teacher laughed at me when i was really upset about something. i've never been the same..."